Chapter 151

What does Song Rong mean by such a look, mocking her? Or sympathy? Or contempt? Or proud?

Song Hui was almost angry. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, she couldn't control herself and was directly angry.

Besides, Song Rong is obviously angry at Song Hui, but she still pretends to be calm. The corners of her lips rise slightly and she is in a good mood. She is not a kind man and woman. Seeing that Song Hui is unhappy, her heart is happy.

Song Rong looked at the CHILDES and girls, smiled and said, "the girls in our song house are very excellent. In fact, this time, the second cousin should win the title, but she let me!"

As soon as Song Rong said this, the CHILDES around laughed: "unexpectedly, Miss Song San is still so modest."

"It's a great blessing to have such a sister," said Song Hui

God knows how hard Song Hui endured in this laughter. Song Hui bit her silver teeth and said with a smile, "my sister is too modest. Where can I have my sister's good workmanship."

At this time, she can only say such words.

Song Rong's words obviously flattered her, but secretly he was running on her and dug a hole to let her jump down.

If she admitted what Song Rong said, wouldn't it make people say she was arrogant? Without Song Rong's humility? But as now, according to Song Rong's words, her heart is like a needle.

Song Rong took a deep look at Song Hui and admired her endurance.

It may not be a big deal for her now, but for Song Hui, who is only ten years old, she can have such endurance, which is enough to show that the girl's achievements will be extraordinary in the future.

At least, no matter who you marry, it will become another angle.

Song Rong narrowed her eyes. She would never let Song Hui's life go smoothly.

After the women's fight, it should be the men.

Qiqiao Festival seems to have nothing to do with teenagers, but it's not easy to get together and show yourself. Which teenagers will give up? So "Dou Wen" was derived.

The so-called Douwen is also divided into three types: Douzi, Douhua and Doushi.

And the fighting skill of Qiqiao Festival.

Of course, these gentlemen despise such things as fighting characters. They will use characters whether writing poetry or painting. Unless they can't write poetry and painting, they will choose fighting characters. Therefore, ah, this fighting character is embarrassing. They would rather not participate than choose to fight characters.

Doushi is the same. In order to show their talents, all CHILDES generally like to write poems on paintings. Therefore, these three things are actually the same, that is, Douhua, words, poetry and paintings are all together! Don't bother!

Ah Fu looked at Chu Yunqing and said in a low voice, "young master, do we want to participate? Since we're here, if we don't participate, I'm afraid it will humiliate our Chu house."

Ah Fu naturally knows that at the childe's level, the Chu house will not lose face, but at present, the most important thing is whether the childe will participate! Young master, I'm very cold. I'm not interested in such a lively competition.

So before Chu Yunqing could say anything, Ah Fu began to persuade him.

Ah Fu said again: "today, Miss Song took the leader of douqiao, childe. If we also go to get the leader of Douwen, in this way... Qingtao and I can match."

The green peach over there doesn't know that Ah Fu used himself to deceive Chu Yun.

Chu Yun, who had been standing there quietly, moved and took a look at Song Rong, who was surrounded by the crowd.

At the moment, with a smile in her eyes, she was talking playfully. She was dressed in purple, which made her look noble and beautiful.

When he arrived, it was as cold as a snow mountain covered with white snow.

He didn't like the excitement, but at this moment, he had an impulse to melt in.

Chu Yun couldn't help nodding.

Ah Fu's eyes lit up when he saw this scene. He looked at Chu Yunqing happily and shouted, "childe, you agreed! Didn't you lie to me? You really agreed!"

Ah Fu thought he had to spend a lot of time talking.

Unexpectedly, the childe let go when he said something about himself and Qingtao. It seems that the childe really cares about his marriage.

Ah Fu began to think of Qingtao in his heart again. Qingtao, a fierce servant girl, he really didn't like it, but for the sake of the childe, if he really wanted to marry Qingtao back, he would bear it.

Who gave everything to him? Childe, he will be comfortable when he is well!

Chu Yun walked slowly and sat in the same position as Song Rong.

This was not Chu Yunqing's intention, but was led by the young man in charge of Douwen. Many people forget that Song Rong originally sat in this position, but Chu Yunqing's memory has always been Superman. Of course, he won't forget.

The things on this table have been taken away.

There was only one color line left on it. Song Rong's temperature had long disappeared from the seat, but Chu Yunqing felt a trace of warmth somehow.

Waiting for the rice paper to be placed on the short table in front of him, Chu Yun tilted his pen for a long time and finally began to draw.

Chu Yunqing is going to paint.

When the teenagers were fighting, it was their turn. These girls were watching, and Song Rong was also nearby.

She watched these teenagers try their best to show their talents. When she saw Chu Yunqing, she paused gently. In Song Rong's opinion, Chu Yunqing should not participate in such a thing.

Unexpectedly, Chu Yunqing appeared here.

Song Rong was a little surprised and couldn't help remembering that he accidentally fell into the water when he was attending the spring banquet in Chu house. Ah Fu took the picture scroll and the lonely goose painted on it.

From the lonely wild goose, we can think of the world of Chu Yun. It is not only lonely, but also pale and empty, just like rice paper with nothing but the lonely wild goose.

At this moment, Song Rong also focused on what Chu Yunqing was painting.

When Song Rong saw Chu Yun pour out purple and draw the dress, her eyes coagulated. Why is this color so familiar?

Then Song Rong saw a young girl leaping into life in Chu Yunqing's pen.

"Ah, that's the eldest son of Chu, isn't it? Look at the person he painted, it seems that it's Miss Song San!" I don't know who screamed nearby.

At this time, Song Rong couldn't pretend that she didn't know the people above. Chu Yunqing even started to draw her!

Song Rong looked around again. There were several people. There were women in purple on the paper. It was clear that they were painting her again. However, if these people didn't make people guess under such circumstances, they would just take it out directly to her. She wouldn't feel that the people in the painting were her.